Jobs have meaning to me. You work, you get paid. Careers don’t make any sense to me. I grew up working, I had my first job at the age of 14. I hated that job but performed the functions of a guy who carries golf bags faithfully. I graduated to…
One CommentMonth: February 2016
Sitting down in the café, we ordered café au lait from a girl as pretty as the morning sun. It was a beautiful day, a Sunday, and we ate brioche with our coffee and lingered over conversation for hours. It was a delightful time in our lives. We were 20.…
Leave a CommentNo kid. Wife at work on the night shift. Nothing and no one calling my name. I’ve called all four people who might have something to do with me tonight. They left their phones unanswered or had other things to do tonight. I’m home alone. When I was younger and…
One CommentThe lack of a real winter this year disturbs me. I keep holding out hope that the jet stream will turn our direction and deliver an arctic blast that will last a few weeks. Time is getting short. March is just around the corner. With each day’s passage, my dream…
Leave a CommentMy daughter busted in the door this afternoon and quickly flopped down my armchair. I was working there but happened to be up making a cup of coffee when she came in. She was all a chatter about her how fat her cat is and how she is trying to…
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